I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

"Patriarch, you died so miserable..."

"Patriarch, quickly accept these paper money, don't be stingy when encountering evil spirits..."

"Patriarch, don't come back to us, we will worship you on time..."

...

The mournful cry lingered in Chen Luo's ears, and Chen Luo opened his eyes.

Entering the white building and white flags, a huge "Dian" sign hangs in the middle, with powerful strokes. Chen Luo lowered his head, wearing a red official gown made of fine material, with gold and jade carvings placed in an orderly manner at his hand...

Chen Luo sat up from the coffin, a quaint mourning hall came into view, and a little maid below was crying perfunctorily while burning paper money.

Chen Luo was about to greet the little maid, when suddenly a flood of chaotic memories flooded in, causing Chen Luo to shiver unconsciously, and let out an uncontrollable groan.

The little maid who was crying below finally heard the movement, raised her head, and met Chen Luo's eyes.

At this time, Chen Luo was being forcibly poured into a frenzy of memories, with a hideous face.

"what--"

There was only a scream piercing through gold and cracking stones, and the little maid scrambled and ran out of the mourning hall, shouting as she ran——

"It's not good, the Patriarch has cheated on the corpse..."

...

Ignoring the little maid's terrified cry, Chen Luo tried hard to digest the memory in his mind, and soon understood the situation of own.

He, passed through...

He crossed over to Chen Luo with the same name and surname in this world.

Chen Luo, courtesy name Dongliu, nineteen years old, his parents died, he had a sister and a house, was the head of the Chen family in Wan'an County, Lu Ning Prefecture in the Daxuan Dynasty, and was a scholarly family. Literacy at the age of three, writing poetry at the age of five, reciting classics at the age of seven, achieving nothing at the age of nineteen...

Cough, don't go into this kind of unimportant memory.

"I'm dead..." Chen Luo glanced at the coffin he was in, and came to a conclusion, "Strictly speaking, Chen Luo of this world died."

"But how did he die?" Chen Luo tried hard to recall the memories in his mind, and soon understood the whole story.

Since the fifteenth day of last month, people in his Chen residence began to die. At first, it was the tenants and Zhuang Ding in the manor, and then even the servants of the county mansion began to die.

At first the county government thought it was a plague, and sent a doctor to check it out, but found that everything was normal. But people still die one by one.

The yamen was also in a hurry, but the deceased had no external injuries, no internal injuries, and no symptoms could be found at all, so it was rumored that this was an evil method.

Evil ones are evil spirits.

"Sure enough, the rumors are generally correct." Chen Luo smiled wryly. His predecessor was one of the deceased, and Chen Luo also saw the murderer in his previous memory.

It's a ghost!

According to the memory of his predecessor, Chen Luo knows that in this world, Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism stand side by side; humans, monsters, and barbarians coexist; this Ghost theory really exists.

Chen Luo saw that the Ghost got into his dream. In the dream, the Ghost pulled out a three-foot-long tongue, wrapped it around his neck, and pulled it hard. In the dream, Chen Luo's head seemed to be trapped. It was like being wrung off, and the outside body also died of breath.

Chen Luo also heard the Ghost whispering in his ear: "The Chen family... dies..."

Chen Luo shivered, it was better not to sit in a coffin and remember this kind of horror movie-like memory. He carefully climbed out of the coffin and sat on a chair.

The enemy is a ghost, never dies. How to do? Waiting online, very urgent.

Chen Luo began to think hard to see if there was a solution.

In this world, since there are ghosts, there is naturally a way to eliminate ghosts, otherwise the world will become ghosts. When it comes to exterminating ghosts, the most professional ones are of course Taoism.

In his memory, the Chen family also found the Taoist monastery established by the Taoist sect in Wan'an County, but the group of bull-nosed Taoist priests actually went to participate in the Luotian Dajiao once every sixty years, leaving only a few useless little Taoist boys guard.

The Chen Mansion in several surrounding counties naturally also sent people to inquire, and the news they replied was exactly the same, that the Taoist priest was not at home.

There is no Tao, but there is Buddha!

It stands to reason that the Buddhist Leiyin and Yehuo also have the effect of subduing the Ghost, but the relationship between the Daxuan Dynasty and the Buddhist kingdoms in the Western Regions has always been cold, and naturally they are not allowed to set up temples in the territory, so the Chen family did not know where to invite those for a while. A monk who has attained enlightenment.

Finally, there is the Confucianism School. The Confucianism School cultivates a whole body of righteousness, ghosts and gods. But the key is that you can only protect yourself, not others.

No solution!

"Ding--"

Chen Luo made a sound by himself.

No response.

what happened? Isn't Gold Finger a standard configuration for time travel? Why is it not ringing now.

"System, the host is calling..." Chen Luo's voice was a little anxious.

It was silent.

There is no Gold Finger!

What a joke, what he travels through is not the ancient times of Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing, but a fantasy world where flying through the sky and escaping from the earth! "Cement glass papermaking, perfume gunpowder penicillin" may not work...

Not to mention being chased by a ghost right now!

This can't be justified without a Gold Finger!

"Could it be that the signal in the mourning hall is bad?" Chen Luo comforted himself and walked out of the mourning hall. But as soon as one foot stepped over the threshold of the mourning hall, a warm and smelly liquid rushed towards him, dousing him from head to toe. Chen Luo's vision instantly turned bright red, and he couldn't see clearly ahead for a while.

At this time, a burst of noisy footsteps sounded. Chen Luo only heard an old hoarse voice shouting: "Hurry up, the blood of the black dog won't trap him for long..."

Immediately afterwards, Chen Luo felt a pain in his back, as if someone had hit him with a stick, staggered two steps forward, and fell to the ground. At this time, that old voice shouted again: "Crafting corpses are most afraid of coffin nails, quickly nail him with coffin nails!"

"Damn it!" Chen Luo's heart tightened, he struggled to get up, and shouted, "I'm not dead, I..." But before he finished speaking, he was hit on the back of the head again, and suddenly his whole brain seemed to have a headache A buzzer goes off and the world spins. Chen Luo dazedly saw two figures rushing towards him, holding iron nails six or seven inches long in their hands.

"It's over, I'm going to become Jesus!" Chen Luo groaned in his heart, and at the last moment when he lost consciousness, he suddenly heard a clear female voice in his ears - "Stop!"

Chen Luo saw a figure running towards him, and for a moment this figure overlapped with a figure in his memory. Chen Luo opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't make a sound, and just passed out...

Chen Luo seemed to have had a dream.

In his dream, he saw countless giant pens falling from the sky and inserting them into the ground like ink. Afterwards, flowers bloomed from the nibs of those giant pens. The originally lifeless world instantly turned into a sea of ​​flowers.

At this time, a loud and distant voice echoed in Chen Luo's mind:

"A collection of classics and history, the way of the heavens, storytelling and romance about the appearance of the world."

"You practice the Yang God and he cultivates Buddha, and the world of mortals has me smiling to the sky."

As soon as the words fell, a few petals fell off from a giant pen on the ground and floated in front of Chen Luo. The petals overlapped and turned into a page full of words. Chen Luo reached out to pick it up, and the result was own As soon as the hand touched the paper. The paper turned into light and shot into the own seal hall.

Chen Luo seemed to be poured over his head by a basin of cold water, and his whole body trembled. At this time, he clearly felt that there was an extra content in his mind, which was——

"A Brief Biography of Zhong Kui"!

Ghostbusters, Zhong Kui!